To the bustle of cities and the crowded streets We return, for these places have bound us. We descend from the conquered mountain peaks, Leaving our hearts in the mountains. Iíve proven it all to myself many times, So stop your debates, I beseech, And to me, the one thing that is better than heights, Is the height that I havenít yet reached! Who would want to be left all alone in a mix? To descend when the heart starts to revel? Still we leave from the conquered mountain peaks- Gods, themselves, have descended from heaven. Iíve proven it all to myself many times, So stop your debates, I beseech, And to me, the one thing that is better than heights, Is the height that I havenít yet reached! Beautiful verses in their honor were penned And the mountains call us to stay. For a year or forever-- but we have to descend, We must always return, either way. Iíve proven it all to myself many times, So stop your debates, I beseech, And to me, the one thing that is better than heights, Is the height that nobody has reached!
© Andrey Kneller. Translation, ?